If All Time Is Eternally Present, All

Any Poet, If He Is To Survive Beyond His 25th Year, Must Alter; He Must Seek New Literary Influences; He Will Have Different Emotions To Express.

Of Lovers Whose Bodies Smell Of Each Other Who Think The Same Thoughts Without Need Of Speech

A Thousand Policemen Directing Traffic Cannot Tell You Why You Come Or Where You Go.

There Will Be Time To Murder And Create.

Where Is All The Knowledge We Lost With Information?